The Samawa Till Jannah Season 3

Episode 5's

Aksa was getting ready to go to Bude's house, but there was an obstacle. He had to leave early in the morning again because there are some clients want to meet him.

For him, he met his client several times. He canceled his contract with the company.

“Huh, that's it..” Aksa cursed quietly and he brought his car with himself.

Without the help of a driver, rarely he uses a driver and surely he will scold his driver if too slow at work.

Aksa also traveled to the house of Bude and Pakdenya Anin. Far enough away, but he had to take it to pick up his wife.

The phone reads, Who else?

“Allah until your hand is removed, I will not lift. Suck me if I work a lot in the office, so just divert personal things.” His protest, he replied with a message thousands of words.

“Anjim is you,” He also turned off the power of his phone to not be terrorized by so many message centers and phones that make him dizzy.

Just try if his wife does not run away, maybe he can calm down a little.

Aksa turned the cd player, listening to his name there. It felt bad, and turned off the audio.

“ALL FIND ME... What am I really? Tell rodi work,” Say Aksa and in front of the red door. He bought a mineral drink, to relieve his throat is still thick taste.

***

Anin has been berberes, Bude her home and Pakdenya work.

Because there was an elite housing development, Pakde intervened. Who made the concept, as well as the draft of the housing.

“Allhammendulilah, not in vain me... Oh yes, Aksa mas is not looking for me?” His great-grandson stared at the streets so empty, silent. No one passed by, only the neighbors in the stall. Gathering, it could be that on Tuesday they pay the debt to the stall.

“As I said from the beginning, if his work is more important.” Anin sighed heavily, and went inside the house. She was watching TV, coincidentally through the news about her husband.

The reporters asked the whereabouts of the CEO, where instead of today was the day of the inauguration of the company building.

“Hah, there was an inauguration of the building. Kok mas Aksa does not exist, usually most cepet him..”.

Seeing the secretary who only answered all the questions of the reporters, made Anin laugh funny with the attitude of the Johan, the secretary who made a ngakak.

***

Aksa arrived in front of Bude's house, about forty-five minutes to this house. Because traffic jams also hit the capital region, “Huft fortunately bring fruit hands... Otherwise, it could mess up his world.” Aksa put her hair in and began to step into the yard.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Excited, Bude there watering flowers immediately quickly he stayed his job.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, uh nak Aksa... Here enter first, bentar Bude turn off the faucet first.” Aksa waits, and Bude turns off his crew, otherwise Bajir has. And the plants will all die.

“Ya is in!”

Aksa and Bude entered the house, Aksa put his hand earlier.

He didn't hear anyone here, and Anin's trail didn't seem to exist. Where's his wife going? He bit his lip, confused what to say to his Bude if really his wife wasn't here.

“Bentar yeah! Bude wants to make some good-looking tea first, oh yeah your wife isn't here. At his mother's house,” Bude he had caught Aksa's face confused.

Aksa immediately nodded, and snatched the car keys. “Anu I want to go there aja Bude.” He without further ado, and saluted his Bude.

“Oalah kok do not have good morals, chat first... Who are these for?” Without asking, Bude opened it.

“That's a lot,” See the contents in the paper bag, which is so much and the contents vary again. So it's not good to have that brother-in-law.

***

Sure enough that her husband was in front, Anin went into the bathroom, to hide.

“Yes Allah, do not let me know!” He took refuge like a kidnapper.

While Aksa was outside excitedly, he knocked on her door.

“Assalamu’alaikum,”

There was no reply at all, he tried again and many times he knocked on the door, no one opened the door.

“Where is Anin? That's a live TV, where the people are... And it smells like gosong gini, well don't-don't!” Aksa was suspicious, he should have asked Bude for the house keys. He finally returned to Bude's house, Anin in the bathroom with a bad breath.

He also smelled gosong, “Yes have cooked gini doang, I want to fry tempeh eh alah gosong... Em, is Aksa already done? Or there's an in-” He quickly turns off the stove, and goes into the room. He closed his window, and locked the door, he blocked the chair in front of the door and some tools in front of the door.

“Hah I nih kayak reliability gini be, inceran people.” He intimidated from the window, and the car landed again at his house. His heart feels like gymnastics gini, rocking.

“Sabar nin, don't think about it!” Anin went inside the blanket, and the door opened. Making him even more nervous, he covered his blanket.

“Hem, where is Anin? It hasn't turned off its TV..” Say Aksa by turning off the phone. And looking behind, there was no one to look for.

“Ann... Assalamu’alaikum, this is your husband here... When I was told to go home again, it would be me who lemes back and forth here..” He chatted and his behavior made Anin bite his finger.

Aksa chose Anin's mother's room, he also did not know about this house. And there was no one and in the next room. In the lock, it looks like his wife is languishing in his room.

“Why are you crashing? I don't bite, bouquet....Did I get cold yesterday so now can I open it?” This is a crazy person, huh? Anin ngakak, and he could not stand it...

No, he must not go to his position.

“You angry? Hum yes we have solved the problem both, don't be like this! You want to torture me slowly?” Aksa was still complaining.

Anin let out a long sigh, since it was already 5pm, her husband still did not come home. As he looked out of the window, his car had not yet come out of his yard.

Where is her husband's voice?

“Eh be back again Bude same Pakde here. Die me, oh yes I'm an acting whiz... And use your ingenuity right now,” Anin began to sneak, and cry out.

Aksa outside listened to his wife cry, he was confused and there was a sense of worry, the situation was the same as this.... His appearance is not worth looking at.

Messed up.

“OK, patience..”.

“What's up, you're crying..” Ask and Anin says the sentence.

“You go now, don't look at me anymore and I'm still mad at you... Anyway go,” Heh Aksa understands this time. He must have been done and fooled.

So stupid of him.

Finally she laughed, “Sini you are very good if you fool your husband, sin know said Mr. Ustaz... No papa, I'm not mad.” Huh basic can not the CEO fooled his wife.

And Anin just won't come out of her, see her husband. Trouble he, the leg that sprained yesterday he has not treated at all and still feels pain, but he endured.

Whether Bude and his Pakdenya do not take care of what is, his forehead only he treats himself and for the feet? It later if the sequence itself will be wrong veins, and make it more tormented.

“ADA ARE YOU HERE?” Then, in a cold tone, Aksa approached his wife and hugged her from behind.